The showers are becoming longer,

Can’t wash off the unclean.

No matter how hard I scrub,

Cannot scrub off what I’ve seen.

Your touch is now toxic,

and the air is too filthy to breathe,

if you’re too close – it makes me sick,

and a filthy doorknob is enough to make my inner animal scream.

I live in fear,

That from someone’s presence only I will fall ill,

and I’m only safe at home,

and after a 40 minute shower I feel dirty, still.

Please, do not touch my things,

please, do not touch my skin,

even though you may be clean,

the most dirt still comes from within.


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